The silent alarms were ringing; I had no doubt of that. There was nothing I could have done differently; now I just needed to get in, get it and get out.
I quickly typed the passcode a night guard slipped me, the same guard who no doubt set me up. Well, the joke’s on him, I was still here, and I was still going to rob the CIA. No goody two shoes would stop me.
The heavy steel door clicked loudly in the empty hallway and then slid open with a hiss as the airlock seal broke.
“Decontamination imminent,” a robotic male voice said from the speakers hidden in the ceiling. “Proceed to the highlighted square.”
With one last glance over my shoulder, I stepped into the small room beyond the door and stood on the one-floor tile that glowed a dull r...